Remembering Dad on Memorial Day

Remembering Dad on Memorial Day

I’ve spent the past month helping Mom move out of her apartment. Through that process I’ve been taking a moment to scan photographs before packing the pictures to ship.  OK, I’ve been taking a little more than a moment to preserve the photos, but it’s well worth the time investment. I love having these photos digitized, and accessible to the family on Flickr.

Michael H. Schwartz remembering dad on memorial day

I made a point of setting aside these photos of my dad from his tour of duty in Vietnam in 1968-69, so I could put them up for today’s Memorial Day post.

Michael H. Schwartz

Bronze Star, Vietnam War

Michael H. Schwartz

Michael H. Schwartz

Michael H. Schwartz

Michael H. Schwartz

Michael H. Schwartz

Michael H. Schwartz

Thank you Dad, and Grandad, Aaron, Alex, David, and everyone else that served.

The Brute Squad

Shortly after we were engaged, Aaron and I went to dinner with some friends. We got to talking about my family, so I pulled this picture of my dad and brothers from my wallet.  Lars looked at the picture a moment, then set it down on the table while backing away a bit.

He turned to my husband and said, “Dude, whatever you do, don’t piss her off.”

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So far, so good.

Don’t Step on My Catheter

Don’t Step on My Catheter

Don’t Step on My Catheter
by Michael H. Schwartz

Don’t even think about treading on
That tempting little hose of soft clear
….. plastic lying on the floor
There are plenty enough ways to
Incur my wrath without committing
That most heinous act of barbarism.

Mind your step, you fool, watch
Where you put those uncoordinated
….. blobs you call your feet.
Its not just the punishment
That should prompt alertness on
Your part, nor even humanitarian

Compassion to guide your steps aright.
But think on this, the balance
Of all the laws of physics and the
Cosmic glue that holds the
Universe together, lie at risk

Of total disintegration at
The touch of toe on tube.

 

the C-word

the C-word

Two weeks ago my dad went in to surgery to remove his spleen because of a blood clot. when they got in there they saw that he had pancreatic cancer that had spread throughout his abdomen. they just closed him back up without even taking the spleen. they told us he has 3 months to live.

Since then they’ve told us he could have as much as two years. Two years never sounded so good.

I don’t know how to deal with this.